“Another wave rolled up over the sand, sending a white froth to reach for Emmett’s toes. Moisture from the damp sand soaked into the seat of his pants as he pressed the power button on the side of his phone. Slowly, it came to life, and a picture of his wife filled the screen. The top of screen showed no bars, and the digits next to the red sliver on the battery icon read three percent. He had been here twenty-seven days, and each one that passed carried away a little more hope…”